Monday, November 5, 2018

I miss my Mom

I miss my Mom.  I miss her touch, her soothing touch of her hands, her voice, her presence.  I miss the way I used to be annoyed by the things she did.  I miss her hands.  I am so glad she is no longer here suffering or going through the horrible consequences of being in a human body but I yearn to hear her call my name.
It struck me today that my kids yearn for me the way that I miss her.  That same deep ache.  My touch is the most soothing of all touches.  They delight in seeing me first thing in the morning.  They know no better or deeper love than mine.  What an amazing and powerful gift motherhood is.